Royal life

We belong in the likes of an open palace where the air is sweet, the weather is warm, and there’s palm trees everywhere You’ve got your golden robe and a crown full of pride, and I look up to you, like a helpless little bride We belong in the likes of a long forgotten castle,

In her palace

She’s in her palace; her head resting on its beautiful marbled floor. She sighs at the way it cools her cheek on such a hot summer’s day. Breeze comes through the large windows and balconies that surround this grand architecture. They tease her wavy hair strands, which in turn tease her face. She’s listless and